Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.